LYRIC FOR SALE

By Six Degrees

Staring into a bottomless abyss
Filled with extinction level cowardice
No space even here to contain the hubris
Of a mob who’d delete the very ground they walk on

It’s a no from me

The sight of a flag makes you physically sick?
Well, buckle up, folks, cos here’s my new trick
Aversion therapy, ladled on thick
Til you drop the charade and accept the first answer we gave

It’s a no from us

Nationalist socialists warp good ideas
Blaming your neighbours, engendering fears
“We’d all do much better if ‘they’ disappeared”
Yet it’s ‘them’ who pay for your indolent hypocrisy

It’s a no forever

I’d say ‘go to hell’ but that’s what you’d create
A ruinous, bankrupt, malicious estate
A nation birthed out of racism and hate
Go back where we came from? We were here long before you

No means no means no fxxxing thanks